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The night was young though sheeted with white snow that brightened the vicinity. Within the fields of white a hand, that of someone extremely pale, burst from the depths of the snow and grasped tightly to the ground followed with a head and so forth. The figure had hauled itself from the ground, seeming to be some extent of the snow being as white and pale as it was.

Vague stood and examined what it could see. It had been a nice thousand years since it had ever roamed the Earth. Now it was time to began again and there were new identities to take.

A haze of white drifted in front of a young girl. She watched her warm breath exit her lips and escape into the cold air; she coiled her scarf around her neck with a shiver. Portland was always cold. She knew that much, but winter was the worst. Her bright blue hair contrasted with the gray of the city. Novella felt the powdery snow crunch beneath her boots. Her small feet left a trail behind her as she walked. Honestly, she was late enough already, but she didn't care. She enjoyed the scenery while she could. The Tube was waiting for her. Entering the Tube, a waft of heat hit her. The female unwound her scarf as the machine whirred to life and hauled her upwards.

It was early in the morning and she had work to do. It wasn't the most exciting job, but it payed the bills. Logo design was the last thing she wanted to spend her life doing.

The tranverse felt numb against the cold winds that passed through every so often and was beginning its search for someone, anyone. It needed an identity or a few to be satisfied. Muted, it trudged through the snow and found a small, decent group of people huddled around a cafe, smoking and such. Vague took this opportunity to take the figure of a man seeming in his older teens or early 20's. Dark brown hair with unnoticeable black strands scattered throughout. His eyes were a soft green, none that seemed to draw too much attention. In addition he looked to be quite athletic. Broad shoulders, tall, straight posture, thick, but not over built.

Of course the transverse hadn't been noticed and he will continue to be unnoticed. Now he simply needed to know the year, the date, where he was, and what he could accomplish.

Novella stepped out onto the platform. The round building glistened as snow instantly melted as it hit the glass. Water streamed downwards, pooling at her feet. The glass shimmered, all the windows sealed against the cold. The overflowing drains struggled against the flow. She paused to watch before entered her workplace. The doors shut as quickly as they had opened. A group of coworkers huddled around a heated table, their papers scattered about. The female pulled her bright hair into a bun and joined them. They showed no acknowledgement of her existence. All they cared about was their work.

This worried her. The world was so different.

All the while Vague had been stealing knew faces of women, men, even children. It was the very distant future he had come to notice, the way some had dressed, talked, and the architecture Very far of since the 1800's, the time the transverse had last seen the sun.

Afterwards it seeked out some place out of the chilled air as if it had just began to notice the cold climate. Vague chose the nearest building that happened to be one of unique round shape. Judging by the water streaming down the glass it must've been warm inside. Once again, the transverse used the physique of his first copy and strode up to the doors.

The people let out their frustration on the topic. No, the design was too simple. No, it needed more flames. Novella insisted it was perfect and the blue should be lighter. Few agreed with her. She stared at the flaming cage on a pale blue background. A phoenix erupted from the open door. She smirked to herself. Never had she seen anybody so heated about a library logo.

When was the last time I have even gone to a library? Novella usually pulled books up on Screen without thinking. Then again, why did this world still have books and paper? It was waste when they had perfectly fine technology. She sipped her coffee at the thought and was relieved to find they had reached a decision.

Let's start over.

Immediately after stepping in Vague was embraced in the warmth of the building and felt content for the moment. His eyes scanned the interior though he could not determine what took place there. Voices echoed throughout, naturally reeling in the transverse. Where there were voices, there were people, and where there were people, there was knowledge.

The flaming bird was too small. The position was all wrong. The blue was too pale. The cage was too boxy. The shape was too angular. The thoughts rushed through Novella, but she dare not speak them out loud. They would not listen to her. She had tried and they never did. All of her efforts were futile. The female sketched the design as they babbled. Her opinion would rebutted if said as much a single syllable. Her bright eyes bore into the design leader's forehead. He ignored her and went on about the amount of bars on the cage. She sighed to herself.

The design was completed. The group was satisfied;but, Novella was indifferent. She stopped the leader before he slipped into the coffee lounge. He was stiff and his eyebrows formed a straight line. She stared at his thin lips.

"Henry-"

"You must address me as Mister Henry. Policy, Miss Brooks."

Novella swallowed and revised her question,"Mister Henry, I would like to transfer to another group. No, scratch that. I want to become an independent designer."

"Excuse me?"

"Please." Henry hesitated and rubbed his temples.

"Alright. I'll put in a request. You're going to regret this. Our group was one of the top design teams."

"I'm aware, sir. Goodbye."

Within minutes the tranverse had some individuals in sight, sitting around monitors that held designs, seeming to be customised. He stood in the far off corner, waiting for the group to scatter or one to walk off. The task of taking ones identity was much easier when alone with the victim.

Novella entered the lounge with the others. She never sat with them. A small round table hidden away next to the window was her normal spot. She would make tea and sit at the table, watching the flakes of snow hit the window pane. It was soothing and calm; she wish her life was always like this, no cares in the world.

The woman finished her drink and crushed the paper cup. She discarded in a rubbish bin and went back to the lobby. Hopefully, she wouldn't be returning to that dreaded table ever again.

The transverse followed the group into lounge though keeping a safe distance to catch anyone who strayed from them. It was then that he saw the woman veer away to her own table, seeming content with where she sat, however she didn't stay long. Before Vague could act she had retreated to the lobby and vanished from his sight.

For a moment it stood and watched the others for maybe another individual to stray, but none had and it wasn't till then that he noticed that she had returned to the lobby alone. Swiftly, he had trailed her intending to achieve what it came for.

((Merry Christmas!!))

The female strung her fingers through her hair as she walked. The request form had to be signed and checked. She inhaled deeply and puffed out her cheeks. Her hand shook at her side. Was she really that nervous? The hairs on her neck stood up. It felt like invisible eyes were watching her every move. Novella found a seat and counted to calm herself.

An uneasy feeling filled her. Was someone actually watching her?

As she came to sit the transverse scanned through optional greetings it could begin with. From what it had gathered the facility seemed commercial, maybe for advertisement. Of course she wouldn't recognize him as one of the employees due to having no badge or anything of the sort. Instead it came with a alternative.

Vague came to sit across from her, his eyes inspecting her features as though she were a word search. He needed every detail, including her attitude and personality. If he wanted a new identity he needed it to be convincing and to the transverse that meant completely becoming the individual. In addition, it happened to be running short on female copies.

Someone sat across from her. She crossed her legs and glanced over at them. Their eyes darted up and down her form, violating her. Novella cleared her throat. They were not phased by her subtle hint. She glared at the man. His green eyes were soft and innocent; but, with them looking at her every feature, they were far from it.

"Excuse me," she spoke with normal politeness,"Can I help you?"

Though he was yet to meet her eyes he spoke flatly since it took some warming up before he could include some expression into his words, "I'm lost." It was quite a straightforward answer, maybe even too straightforward that it seemed odd. After taking in what it needed- from the front- his green eyes met with her face.

His answer was blunt. Upon further inspection, he was probably lost. He had no formal attire or badge. Then how did he get in? Novella sighed and relaxed. He continued looking at her, not yet meeting her eyes. The green orbs gave a sense nostalgia. They seemed familiar. Maybe she had seen him before.

"Normally people would go to the front desk. Are you an intern then?"

"No," he hoisted his head on his palm, his elbow resting against the arm of the chair though he kept his eyes on the girl and stored away her every facial expression. The longer it took to observe, the longer he had to hang around. It was really no waste of time for the transverse since it wasn't a creature to age and if it did, it had definitely not shown.

"Oh. I'm sorry, sir. What are doing at Gravity Designs, then?"

Her eyes widened a moment. Her brain whirred out bad ideas of what was happening.

"You said you were lost? Perhaps I can help?"

Should the police be notified? No, no. That would be too much. However, one thing rang loud in her mind. No one makes it past the front desk. No one. She counted to ten in attempt to ease her fears.

"Perhaps," he mimicked, but never moved from his position. Matter of fact, he seemed placid and hadn't shown that he was going to leave his seat at all. He hadn't gone without noticing the apprehension on her features, knowing that she was uneasy in his presence and it wasn't anything abnormal. All his victims had acted in the same manner: uncomfortable, suspicious, edgy. Eventually, he'd get into emotions, but he'd keep studying for the time being.

"O...kay. Maybe you're a customer? Do you have an appointment?"

Novella slowed her unsteady breathing. She was known to have anxiety and panic attacks. She had to calm down. Her hand balled into fist and her other gripped the shape of her phone. The police were starting to sound better and better. She counted to 100.

"Or I can direct you to a representative?"